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Saturday, July 25, 2009Y
The journey back to loneliness

Shall take a couple of minutes to blog before I start unpacking.

The journey back was okay. Normal. Nothing major happened. The only interesting thing that occurred was my plane neighbours. Their names are Danny and Roger, both brothers. Danny was the more talkative one so he spoke more to me. I don’t really like talking on the plane so I had to use my PR-ing skills. Danny was like… look at the sunrise… how was you…?Then he showed me a couple of photos that he took while he was in Russia. Anyway, he told me he was a professional pianist and that was what he did for a living. Lol! Okay…… Anyway, yup that was what happened on the plane.

Milano…Entering my apartment gave me a sense of solitude. The house was in a mess by the way. The couple have gone back to Singapore for a 1 week holiday and they left the house in total mess! The frying pan was not cleaned and it was damn greasy!!! Luckily mummy asked me to bring back in own pots and pans! Then, I found a bottle of tomato sauce on the table (IYF, they left on the 21st of July which means that the sauce has been rotting there for 5 days now). Also, those clever people also switched off the main switches without writing a note to tell me and I panic like hell! I burst out into tears when I knew I couldn’t talk to my parents tonight. Luckily I found the switch. It’s not that I am stupid ok. The wires are everywhere! Messy!

Immediately as I enter my apartment, tears started flowing down my cheeks! Because I was thinking, if I was back in Singapore, nana and ziggy will start running towards me. Back home was so much more comfy then here. People feels it’s heaven here but it sort of feels like hell to me. I just want to quickly finish my studies and go home! Can’t wait for December to come! I want to celebrate Christmas… New Year… Chinese New year… my 21st birthday.

*SCREAM* I WANT TO GO HOME!!!!

no more daddy’s and mummy’s goodnight kisses *tears*

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